Category: Writing

Children’s Game

Lucy saw the puddle of water and was ready to leap. She ran towards it and kept up in the air like she was jumping over a cliff fighting for her life.

New York City is ginormous with its shadowing buildings and no-limit skyscrapers. The street rats give off a dark and creepy feeling as they pick pocket and grovel for that extra dime yet theres a home feeling in the air from the history and streamline of events occurring there.

MissSmartyPants, when you meet her, is warm and accepting. She welcomes any form of discussion. On the other side, she isn’t afraid of what she believes in. She speaks her mind to anyone that will listen. With music, she’s a passionate soul. This lady balances the two sides out perfectly.

The car looked like a squeezed accordion all crumpled up with bits of glass around it. Two people are set free of the wreckage. One has patches of red on her shirt and the other with not a scratch on her.

Class was moving like a turtle: I wished it would hurry so i could go home and enjoy the day.

The bell rings and an universal sign is let free. The sneakers, uggs, flip flops, and high heels click and smack against the cold floor every second and in between. The loud talking and gossiping creates a buzzing noise throughout the hallways. There is talk of weekend plans, dating details and teenage drama of girls hating girls and boys’ sports team losing. It echoes like a bottomless pit. The obnoxious ringing of the bell is let go again and everyone breathes a collective sigh. They are too tired for any work.

It hits the tree in a swift motion. The tree has put hurt on the people within. The car is wrinkled and accordion like.

The junior stood in the inner circle of the ever forming ring surrounding what would be the highlight of the year. Two senior girls were biting, scratching, pawing and grabbing at each other to create painful blows to the opposite opponent.

The parking ticket, tucked under the windshield wiper, just sat there and burned my eyes and i yearned to ravage through the paper and leave no evidence of the ticket on my windshield.

I ran my hand slowly, letting the blood seep into my skin as i ran over the gash in my side.